A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

Qian Wanyi shouted loudly to stop Feng Lingfu. Although her face was ugly, she gradually regained her composure.

It seems this concubine is quite shrewd and calculating.

“Mother, why did this good-for-nothing insult you like that? I…” Feng Lingfu glared at Feng Jiutian with murderous intent, her voice trembling with resentment.

"Alright, shut up!" Qian Wanyi hissed.

Feng Lingfu felt wronged.

Before she could speak again, Feng Jiutian sneered and said something that almost made her faint with anger.

"Alright, stop calling me a piece of trash all the time. If you think the two hands aren't symmetrical enough, you can just say so."

Feng Jiutian twisted his wrist, smiling as he looked at Feng Lingfu and Qian Wanyi, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness.

Consider these two slaps today as interest; let's accept them for now.

Qian Wanyi choked on her breath. She knew that Feng Jiutian's personality had changed drastically, but she did not expect that he would become so 'arrogant'.

"If Fu'er has done anything wrong, please point it out, Miss. I will teach her strictly. But her actions today are really puzzling. I will report the truth to the Prime Minister."

Qian Wanyi immediately sent someone to bring Feng Lingfu, whose face was flushed, back to the courtyard. She then curtsied and said these words almost through gritted teeth.

Even if Feng Jiutian is useless, she still occupies the position of the legitimate daughter. Even if I have power, I am just a concubine. My status will always be inferior.

Since he couldn't do anything to her himself, he found someone who could.

Feng Jiutian didn't care about Qian Wanyi's threatening words!

He could only sigh inwardly, thinking that this aunt was quite tolerant; even though he himself was bullying her daughter like this, she could still endure it.

As for the original owner's biological father, Feng Xiangyu... Feng Jiutian straightened his sleeves, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

To marry one's daughter to an old man, that's really something a 'doting father' would do.

"Aunt Qian, you've borrowed Qingzhi for so long, shouldn't you return her to me?"

Seeing that Qian Wanyi was about to leave after making such a harsh statement, Feng Jiutian narrowed his cold eyes, kicked a pebble, and slammed the courtyard gate shut.

Qingzhi was the original owner's maid who grew up with her since childhood. She was loyal and obedient. On the eve of the original owner's marriage, Qian Wanyi took her away, saying that she was good at serving people.

Feng Jiutian glanced at them briefly and didn't see Qingzhi among the maids.

Given Qian Wanyi's personality, she would definitely have made Qingzhi a lowly maid.

The courtyard gate closed, brushing against Qian Wanyi's face, and a gust of wind swept through.

Qian Wanyi was startled, but quickly composed herself and turned around with a smile, saying, "If Miss wants a maid, just say so, and I'll send someone to deliver one another day..."

"How many? Ten! Twenty?" Feng Jiutian interrupted Qian Wanyi with a cold laugh. "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I want Qingzhi, immediately."

Feeling uneasy under Feng Jiutian's gaze, Qian Wanyi suppressed her anger and could only reluctantly reply, "I will go back and send someone to bring Qingzhi over."

You brat, wait until the Prime Minister returns, I'll make sure you regret it!

Feng Jiutian watched Qian Wanyi walk further and further away, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

I closed the door, went back to my room, lay down on the bed, and closed my eyes to rest.

……

"master."

Mo Shaoxie paused slightly in his grip on the pen, then turned the pen tip, drawing a cold, imposing gesture, his voice low and deep.

"What is your identity?"

The guard, kneeling on the ground, clenched his fists and whispered, but his voice was just loud enough for Mo Shaoxie to hear.